Come Drink With Me [Luka]

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The moon was a bright crescent in the dark night sky, the starts little flecks of diamonds surrounding it as she drove, the rev of her motorcycles engine purring like a kitten under her. She’d bought the black Harley Davidson Dyna Super Sport custom bike a year ago, brand new the minute it came out. The thing had cost her a small fortune, but since she’d crashed the last bike she’d had and destroyed it in the process – in 2000 – she’d decided she wanted to replace her old Ducati with something different. Hence the trip to the Harley store she’d made when she was in San Francisco.

Taking a couple turns in the residential streets she was driving on, she stopped the bike abruptly a few moments later outside of her bar. The place was a biker dive bar, smoky atmosphere, lots of top shelf hard liquor, nothing girly. Lots of people clad in leather. The occasional bar fight. Which, while was against the rules, she occasionally enjoyed watching before the co-owner of the bar and the other bartender, Dominic, decided to break it up. Werewolves. Never any fun. Killing the engine on her bike, she took her helmet off and settled it precariously on the left handlebar. No one dared steal a bike from her territory, so they were all relatively safe. At least, they’re vehicles were.

Moving off of the bike, Dakota made her way inside, the heels of her combat boots clicking on the hardwood floor of the bar. The place was nice. It wasn’t high end or anything but it was good enough. It was covered in hardwood floor – although alcohol stained in some places – wooden tables and a large expanse of bar counter filled the back wall, the liquor on display on wooden shelves on the wall behind the counter, where she and Dom spent their time working. A couple pool tables were placed on one side of the bar, a dart board here and there. Customers were allowed to smoke inside, so the atmosphere had a certain smoky din to it, however that didn’t bother her. Seeing as she was a vampire.

Familiar faces surrounded her the minute she walked into the bar, and she couldn’t help but smirk at how some of the humans in the bar shied away from her. They could sense the predator in her, see it in her body language, in the way her eyes scoured the place. Dominic was usually the only werewolf that came in here. He was a loner, which was why it was easier for her to interact with him. She didn’t like werewolves normally, so Dom was a breath of fresh air. You didn’t get a whole other pack of wolves when you found him in one place. Vampires and humans usually were the inhabitants of the place, but today there were a couple of the mutts drinking around the place. Not that she cared, money was money and if they were paying for their booze she was good with that. Just so long as they didn’t start shit.

Before she got to the bar counter, she smiled faintly, seeing a familiar figure. His back was turned to her, but she knew it was him. After all, he’d taught her everything about being a vampire, what being part of this world meant. He taught her how… satisfying it was to feel pain inflicted on you, and in turn to inflict it on others. Walking over to him and leaning against the bar counter next to him, she looked over at Dominic with her usual predatory smirk, “Dom, my usual.” Anything for the boss. Dominic replied dryly, giving her a “you’re such a piece of work” look. Chuckling, she shook her head and picked the bottle of Corona he slid her up off the counter, taking a swig of the liquid, “Shouldn’t you be at the Church, Reverend?” she asked, smirking over at Luka.

[Luka Nikolai Neverov]

Luka was bored, and when the Russian got bored, things got bloody. Uninterested in the usual goings-on at THE CHURCH, the vampire decided to find his excitement somewhere other than the predictable Friday night frenzy of party-goers. He hungered for something pure. Something innocent. He certainly wasn't going to find that among drunken people over-the-clothes humping on a sweaty dance floor or those checking out the action from the bar. Surrounded by night, the vampire let his instincts guide him to his prey. It didn't take long to catch the scent of young love drifting on the late summer breeze from a popular make out spot at the park. Ah...love. It was something Luka had never felt in the dark chasm of his chest, but yet an emotion that truly tickled the vampire. It made humans so weak...yet so strong at the same time. They were willing to die for it, but lived to feel it for the only briefest of moments. Man floated with invisible wings when they were high on love, and fell to the earth and burned when they lost it. It also made them stupid, and easy to hunt. Luka smiled to himself at the sounds of sloppy kisses and guileless wanton groans, and chuckled quiet when the female begged breathlessly for the male to slow down. They were on a blanket in the grass and only half dressed, and their cheeks were flushed from desire. The vampire was wrapped in shadows and they never saw him coming. They saw him though. Oh yes, they certainly saw him. Especially when Luka played with them before he drained their blood; making the male watch while he did bad things to the girl's body. Ah...young love. It tasted so divine. The Russian's pale cheeks were flushed with sated hunger as he strolled into a familiar place that wasn't far from the park. It wasn't really his cup of tea vodka, but the female who owned it was a comrade, and he thought he might catch her about. Sitting at the bar and nursing a tumbler full of amber liquor, the vampire was about to give up on the waiting game and go back to church when a familiar drawl licked his ear. He swiveled in his seat to face the blonde and took a deliberately slow draw from his glass. Ice-blue eyes drifting up and down her lithe form, Luka smirked  haughtily. "Even God must escape heaven sometimes." He said in a deep, Slavic brogue and arched a brow. "Shouldn't you be out kicking puppies and stepping on kittens, Dakota?"

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Smirking as he turned to look at her, she looked from his ice blue eyes down his body. Luka Neverov was an attractive man, and he knew it. Never tried to hide it either. Everything about him screamed raw, sexual, predatory power. The way he dressed, the way he moved. The way his eyes evaluated his surroundings. She was used to it, though, and it had very little affect on her after all the time she'd spent with him.

Sliding onto the stool next to his, she smiled as Dom passed her her usual and then looked back at her comrade and mentor with a chuckle, "Mmmm.. I prefer kicking humans and making snacks out of them. Puppies and kittens are so... juvenile." she said with a smirk, "You look like you've fed. And you didnt bring me any?" she teased. Luka knew she liked to hunt on her own, but the odd time she'd deign to share with him. Especially if she were hunting a couple. Kota generally prefered prey of the male variety, powerful males. The type that would think she was nothing but a poor defenseless girl looking for a good time... until she pounced.

Picking her bottle of Corona up, she took a sip and turned in her seat so she was leaning back against the bar, looking around at their surroundings. Mitchell's wasnt the type of place Luka generally hung out in, but she was surprised how well he seemed to fit in in the crowd. Maybe it was just the fact that she saw too much of him too often. He could almost adapt to any environment, if she were being honest, though. The Church - his club - though was his usual haunt, and she prefered it more often than not as well. The club in itself was prime hunting grounds. Lots of unsuspecting humans to prey on, and if she was lucky, one or two that werent tainted by drugs. She hated the way she felt after she drank from some druggie. Like a secondhand high off their blood. Horrible.

Nothing interesting in her bar tonight, though. Poor hunting grounds if ever she did see them. Shaking her head, she looked back over at Luka, "So what brings you by my humble biker bar, Neverov? Business or pleasure?" Running a hand through her hair, she lifted her right leg, draping it over her left. It was a good night, but then again, there werent many nights for her that werent good ones. Especially if she had the company of Luka, or a fresh neck at her fangs.

[Luka Nikolai Neverov]

Luka chuckled darkly at Kota's comment about snacking on humans and the immaturity of baby animals; shaking his head and draining the last of amber liquid from his tumbler before nodding for a refill to the tender. The female vampire always had a sarcastic wit that drew amusement out of the usually bored Russian, which was why  though he preferred solidarity, he didn't mind an evening spent with Miss. Mitchell. "They aren't happy meals, Dakota." He chided her playfully, "You should know I don't like take out. Is usually too cold by the time you get it home." The Russian  palmed his fresh whiskey and chortled throatily, swiveling to mirror the female; back against the bar. Luka watched her, watching the warm-blooded patrons with her common boredom and knew that there was nothing in the saw dust on the floor bar that interested her. No, this female was like him in many ways, one being that she had finer tastes. He did so love the after buzz of a drunk or druggie though...unlike her. The Russian's white-blue eyes tracked the movement of one long limb crossing the other and the smirk on his visage grew. She was a beautiful specimen of the female sex and knew it. It was why Dakota made an excellent predator. Who ever suspected the doe-eyed big breasted woman? "Is always pleasure for me." Luka answered gutturally and grinned, flashing his pearly fangs. He swirled the whiskey in his glass and breathed it in through his nose, savoring the vanilla after taste on the back of his tongue. "I just thought I vod slum it tonight." He added to her second inquiry and smirked impishly, knowing full well she knew he was telling the truth. It might even irritate her a little ... and an irritated, lively Kota was so much fun.  "Vat about you? You haven't been to the Church for confession lately. You know all vork and no play makes a very hungry vampire."